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Leod shut the door behind her, but he himself remained in the room. He gingerly stepped towards me and bowed his head so his eyes faced the floor.
“Is my lady wishing for help?” he asked me.
“I-I’m fine,” I hoarsely whispered.
“Begging your pardon, but Leod does not believe you are fine,” he argued. He dared a look at me and I was comforted by the concern in his eyes. “Was it the doing of Leod’s wife?”
I pursed my lips, but gave a nod. “It was,” I whispered.
Leod sighed and shuffled over to the chair. He unfolded the towel and held it up in front of the tub. “Then Leod will help you, my lady.”
I smiled at his kind words. “Thank you,” I replied. I stood and wrapped the towel around me.
Leod retreated and set a stool in the center of the room. “Leod’s master told Leod you
